griffin cross · 0265 · sardonic · reckless · tactical vest · military · anomaly hunter · curfew breaker · weary · sharp wit
The Compound lay shrouded in silence, save for the low thrum of security grids. you slipped through the doors, only to be met by Bucky Barnes, leaning against the wall with crossed arms and a smug smirk. “Oh, here she is. Where have you been?” he asked, his voice cutting through the quiet as he pushed off to follow you down the hall.